Bra. Thou art a villain. [dorigo. lago. You are a fenator. I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence. Bra Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper;-call up all my people;- Light, I fay, light! lago. Farewel; for I must leave you. It feems not meet, nor wholiome to my place, Againit the Moor. For I do know, the State, Which even now ftand in act, that for their fouls, I muft fhew out a flag and fign of love: [find him, (Which is, indeed, but fign.) That you may furely Lead to the Sagittary the raifed fearch; And there will I be with him. So, farewel. [Exit ̧ Enter BRABANTI0, and Servants with lighted Torches. Bra. It is too true an evil. Gone fhe is; And what's to come of my despised time, Is nought but bitternefs. Now, Rodorigo, tapers Raife all my kindred---are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. Oh Heaven! how gat fhe out! Oh treason of my blood! Fathers, from hence truft not your daughters' minds, [had her. Rod. Yes, Sir, I have, indeed. Bre. Call up my brother. Oh, 'would you had Some one way, fome another-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think I can difcover him, if you pleafe To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every houfe I'll call, I may command at moft; get weapons, hoa! And raise fome fpecial officers of might: On, good Rodorigo, I'll deferve your pains. [Exe. SCENE changes to another Street before the Sa gittary. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants, with Iago. Tho' in the trade of war I have flain men, Iago. Nay, but he prated, And poke fuch fcurvy and provoking terms That with the little godlinefs I have, I did full hard forbear him. But I pray, Sir, And hath in his effect a voice potential (6) Oth. Let him do his fpight: (6) And bath in his effect a voice potential, As double as the Duke's] Rymer feems to have had his eye on this paffage amongst others, when he talks fo much of the impropriety and barbarity in the ftyle of this play. But it is, in truth, a very elegant grecifm. As double, fignifies as large, as exte vive. So the Greeks ufed dius, for, latus, grandis, as well as duplex; and, in the fame manner and conftructions, the Latins fometimes ufed their duplex. Mr Warburton. My fervices, which I have done the fignory, I would not my unhoufed free condition [yonder. For the fea's worth. But look, what lights come (7) -I fetch my life and being From men of royal fiege; and my demerits. May Speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune As this that I have reached.] Thus all the copies read this. paffage. But to speak unbonneted, is to speak with the cap. off, which is directly oppofite to the Foet's meaning. So, in King Lear; This night, in which the cub-drawn bear would couch, Keep their furr dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all. Othello means to fay, that his birth and fervices fet him upon fuch a rank, that he may fpeak to a fenator of Venice with his hat on; i. e without fhewing any marks of deference, or inequality. I, therefore, am inclined to think Shakespeare wrote; May fpeak, and bonneted, &c. Or, if any like better the change of the negative un, in. the corrupted reading, into the epitatic im, we may thus reform it; May fpeak imbonneted, &c. I propofed the correction of this paffage in my Shakefpeare Rettored; upon which Mr Pope, in his laft edition, has found out another expedicnt, and would read; May fpeak u bon eting, &c. i. e. as he fays, without pulling off the bonnett. But the fenfe thus is equivocal and obfcure; and wonneting more Baturally fignifies pulling off the bonnet, than the contrary. Enter CASS10 with Torches. Iago. Those are the raised father, and his friends: You were beft go in. Oth. Not i; I must be found. My parts, my title, and my perfect foul [nant. Oth. The fervants of the Duke and my LieuteThe goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Caf. The Duke doth greet you, General; And he requires your haite, poft-hafte appearance, Even on the inflant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Caf. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of fome heat. The gallies Have fent a dozen fequent meffengers This very night at one another's heels: And many of the counsellors raised and met, (8) Are at the Duke's already. You have been hotly called for, When, being not at your lodging to be found, Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you: I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you. [Exit Othello. Caf. Ancient, what makes he here? (8) And many of the confuls, raifel and met, Are at the Dike's already] Thus all the editions concur in reading; but there is no fuch character as a confil ap pears in any part of the play. I change it to crunfellors; i. c. the grandees that conftitute the great council at Venice. The reafon I have already given above, in the clofe of the fifth note. |